If there is one thing that I really don't like about riding my bike, its the getting changed. I don't mean the putting on all the kit in readiness for a long day in the saddle, I mean its the getting changed every day when you get to work, only to have to get changed again at the end of the day and then again when I get home. This wouldn't be too intolerable if it wasn't for the fact, that 80% of the time, you have to get changed in the toilet.
Now I'm 6'3 and not exactly slim, so getting changed in a cubicle, especially when wearing the one piece leathers, is a bit of a clumsy affair. Then, to top it all off, there is usually at least one other 'visitor' in the room, so as I'm squeezing myself into my kit, I can hear the 'visitor' if you get my meaning.
I've yet to find an employer that has really good changing facilities and somewhere secure in which you can leave a change of clothes, so I'm pretty much always had my kit scattered in a few places - jacket hung up hear, boots in my lockers and helmet under my desk. At the moment, all my kits tends to sit unceremoniously in the corner looking sorry for itself.
Now I'm 6'3 and not exactly slim, so getting changed in a cubicle, especially when wearing the one piece leathers, is a bit of a clumsy affair. Then, to top it all off, there is usually at least one other 'visitor' in the room, so as I'm squeezing myself into my kit, I can hear the 'visitor' if you get my meaning.
I've yet to find an employer that has really good changing facilities and somewhere secure in which you can leave a change of clothes, so I'm pretty much always had my kit scattered in a few places - jacket hung up hear, boots in my lockers and helmet under my desk. At the moment, all my kits tends to sit unceremoniously in the corner looking sorry for itself.
In nicer news, the bike meets are starting to gather pace and I popped in at Wareham on the way back home. Some of the usual suspects were there and I got talking to Darren, a rider from a local club who I have never met before. He was riding a 1200 Bandit with a Busa front end and you could tell the bike was a workhorse, ridden all year round and in all weathers. It was a great conversation to be honest and that to me is one of the many benefits of my hobby. Bikes bring people together and it doesn't matter what you ride, how you ride it or when you ride it. Apart from the sheer thrill of riding, its this brotherhood that will keep me on two wheels for as long as I'm around.
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